I remember sitting in Sacrament meeting once, and the baby girl, about 18 months old or around there, was screaming constantly. Not because she was sad, but just to scream. And I remember thinking, “Ugh. I hope I don’t get a little girl that screams all the time.” And I did. And of course, I’ll keep her and I’ll take it. But oh, the screams. They reach decibels I didn’t think humanly (or baby-ly) possible. On a “cuter” note, Bailey tells me all the time that I’m “pih-ee” (pretty) or “cute”. Especially when my hair is down. She’s a girl, through and through. She is loving books. She loves to twirl around in circles and loves when she’s so dizzy from it that she falls over. Every time she wakes up, even when I come in and say HI, she ALWAYS crawls to the end of the crib closest to me and hides. I peek over and she’s just grinning away, knowing that she “Sure got me this time!”. It’s hilarious. She still faints:). At least twice a week.
that picture reminds me of another little almost 18 month old that likes to help with the dishes! too funny. love that little bailey boo!
I swear it, anytime you say "I hope I never" about kids, you get exactly that. But she is adorable.